The Smell of the Weird: Sniffing Books

In going through our library and acquiring books for our reading for The Weird antho, I've noticed once again the smell of books, and in particular the smell of the weird. Herein I disclose Part 1 of my findings, with a relatively small sample.

Jean Ray's Ghouls in My Grave dates from 1965, and thus there's a full-on must surrounding this slim paperback. The cover's foxed and there are a couple of peculiar gray stains on the binding that add to the ambiance. The scent surrounding the book...